but I just could not resist.
Only in Fort Lauderdale will you find a guest house that advertises "a sling in every room". The other night at Slammer, I heard someone call my name. I hadn't seen P in many years, but there he was, recognizing me and saying that I look the same as I ever did. C and I first met P in 1990 at The Tunnel, in New York City. He became a friend in that way that only gay men can form friendships built on mutual attraction that sometimes starts with sex and evolves to friendship with sex never really put into a reliquary or made off -limits but kept like a book of well-read poems on the coffee table where it can be opened and the words recited when there are guests, or not, with no anxiety. Hard to explain unless you are nodding right now with understanding.
Anyway, he's staying at a guest house in town that has a clothing optional pool and a sling in every room. We stopped by to collect him before going out last night and insisted he try the sling.
Tomorrow, he will kill me for posting this.
P, you were a cute little Hell's Kitchen Bangee Boy when we met you, and you're still hot. Still. Hot.